Just call me Grace

As many of you know, I am a walking disaster. If there is a hole, I will find it, step in it and trip. If there is not a hole, I will still trip and fall…I am just that good.

Saturday

I go out running in the evening as it is cool and I had finished work for the day. So I am running along and low and behold I find something to trip over and fall down. I end up severely bruising my right knee cap and cutting my right hand. Truly, a great way to end the night.

Sunday

I was sore and hurt from the night before and I didn’t sleep well, so I was running late for work. I stopped off at the DFAC to grab breakfast and head to the office. Now, one of my new obsessions has become applesauce. So I was carrying a TOGO carton with a bowl of applesauce on top of it. I walk into the guard shack and put down my food, put my phone on the shelf, pick up my food and turn to enter the combination for the door, as I do so my applesauce falls and I end up with applesauce on my shirt, pants and in my shoes…not a good way to start the day.

Monday

Monday was a seemingly normal day, until dinner that is. We frequently will eat dinner outside on this patio area. So after eating our meal we decided that we needed to have some ice cream for desert, so I go to get up and end up catching my foot between the chair and table and going down. I bruise myself all the way around my ankle, my left knee, hip and shoulder. Luckily, the patio was only half full, so only 20 or so people saw my graceful fall.

After that point I thought it would be a good idea to start taking bets on how many more times I would fall this week. Unfortunely, once the next Saturday rolled around, I again biffed it at the DFAC, I am now keeping a running total on my stay here.